Voice From Streets

Voice From Streets

Why us?
Why are we an agenda?
To gain mileage politicians give promises
Promises to do away with us
Why are we a menace?
A menace to the city we call home
Why?

“Excuse me sir’
And a coin is hurled
Hold up, mr man
Not today,
I need not your coins
The economy presses us both
Have them for your fare
Let's talk a different story

Mothers murdered
If not by the cold, by cops
Till when?
Maybe our tears are invisible
Like outcasts of the city
Neither justice nor mercy
Stretched to our end

When doing glue without a clue
They refer to as drug abuse
While they trade and abuse Coca
When in public pretend to fight drug abuse
And in allies their agents trade the drug
They say we abuse drugs
But they abuse the law

Like the louder we cry
The more we die
Our throats now dry
Bearing voiceless voice boxes
The walls heard, echoes came as replies
When the day ends in peace
Brutality of the street awaits
Listen to this cry for equality
A voice from the street

© Stumah